There was a small child at the drug store the other day. He was walking with an elderly person – maybe a grandma or great grandma. Grandma wasn’t walking fast enough to suit him so he started running up the aisles to the end and then back to where she was, up to the end, and back to her, up to the end…, “C’mon, Oma! Come! On!” She’d move her walker forward and shuffle toward it. “I’m coming, Child - slow down.” As she came closer to the end of the aisle, the child began to run around the end to the next aisle, coming back to peek around and see the grandma’s progress.

“Don’t get out of my sight!” Grandma called, “Please, Child, stay where I can see you.”
“Come on, Oma! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon – you can make it!” sang the child.

And the slow progress continued, until Grandma… at last… reached… the end of the aisle.

“You did it! You did it!” the child squeaked and began what could only be called a dance of joy. For all appearances, this was better than an NFL receiver in the end zone as the child finished up, jumping, clapping, wiggling, and pumping his little fists in the air! Customers were laughing, smiling and applauding.

I hope when I am old and frail I am encouraged and celebrated by someone like that!